Chapter 13 Imprint

Hugh Croft was following Jane Fowler all this while.

He heard the argument between Jane and Peter Fowler.

He noticed the sadness in her eyes when she admired the families enjoying their time while she walked alone along the riverside.

She was like a powerful beast that hid the excruciating pain no one knew.

It was only late at night that they would hide in a corner and nurse their wound.

There was something mysterious about Jane.

Hugh found that to be captivating.

She was like the moonflower that only blooms at night.

Hugh could feel that they were of the same type of people

He had felt that from the moment he laid his eyes on her.

Now, he was sure of it.

Jane watched the man hiding in the darkness, yet the darkness surrounding him couldn’t shield the nobility and arrogance in that man.

Danger!

She could sense the extreme danger coming from the man standing before her.

Her powerful sixth sense reminded her of the danger every second she stood there.

Still, she felt a sense of familiarity coming from him.

The same feeling Hugh Croft had for her.

Why were they having such a feeling toward each other?

She had never felt like that for anyone other than the Fowlers.

“Who are you?”

Jane asked, trying her best to keep cool.

Hugh stepped out from the shadow after hearing her question.

The first thing that Jane saw on the man was the top–grade leather shoes.

Covering the long, slender leg was a pair of smooth, well–tailored suit pants.

He wasn’t wearing a coat and had only a clean blue shirt.

The blue shirt he had on blended well with the darkness he walked out from, elevating the elegance and the well–defined facial features that spells “ART.”

There was no other word to define what Hugh Croft looked like.

No words were found in the dictionary to define Hugh’s good look.

Jane felt this man might probably be the most prestigious and good–looking man she had ever seen.

He was graceful and carried an aura of nobility with him.

He spellbound even Jane.

“Hugh Croft.”

Hugh generously announced his name.

“You are Hugh Croft?”

It was a name everyone in Stormton City knew.

Hugh Croft! Was there any meaning hidden in this name?

He was the President of the D.Y. Group and the youngest person in charge of the Croft family.

Not only was he able to manage the entire D.Y Group alone, he even doubled the profit and earnings of D.Y. Group every year.

Hugh Croft’s name decorated the top ten listings of Forbes‘ List of Billionaires.

He was also the youngest President ever recorded in the Forbes‘ List of Billionaires.

The rest of the presidents on Forbes‘ list were usually in their middle–aged or above sixties.

heard

about taking harsh measures.

never doubted

would be afraid of someone with

to make sense if he was the

a person like him

I am the one watching you from the private room on the

Bar.”

explained as if he’d

“Okay!”

the same danger coming

me? I’m certain your motive isn’t

had already

the escape routes

in her dictionary after being rebirth, she was

idea.

man standing before

a

what Hugh Croft wanted

a person

sudden question

have no idea what

already exposed yourself.

should have felt the sense of familiarity on me, am

exposed her, there was no point in her

he could have her investigated with a snap of his

you want,

sign an agreement with you,

Jane frowned slightly.

His proposal seemed familiar.

it sound familiar to the job Andy

for people with Omega type blood in the Darknet

too sudden. Let me

definitely her

incredibly good–looking, powerful, and came

rose

having a second chance at life, Jane wanted to live freely and spend the rest of her life with someone who cared for her. She wanted no

be in love, being

a high risk of her losing her life by the side

should

you leave me

of silence enveloped both of

question was concise and in a

for words

perhaps?

repeated his question, thinking that Jane might

come easily out

not many people with whom

one of

was like

was on the first time he set

imprinted on

her drove

because they had

perhaps they were the same type of

it was the wound that had frozen their heart that drove them

“Okay!”

her number and

that she did

The reason was simple.

she kept it from him,

to dig

never liked

through

user name,

The Simpsons

mark “” as his WeChat

display picture was a pitch–black

you. If there’s nothing else,

your proposal, I’ll think about it.

her distance from this dangerous person

“Wait!”

Hugh spoke.

“Yes, Mr. Croft?”

“Your name?”

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